This is a song about "Salt"

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Now i can do over the left, with the left over salt from you

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Spreadin' shit like salt shakers, on you stone cold fakers,

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Sit, i said sit bitch, you fucking twitch and i'll pore salt in each of the slits i slit,

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Here's the artist putting salt where you scar is

If you ever feel alone and

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent